It's tough when you don't get to say good-bye. I had a girlfriend die in a car crash on her way to see me. Drunk driver ended up hitting her head on going 50ish. She died before I even knew she got into an accident.

hehehe, i might say we got the same story.... oh no i mean, she died but i never knew the reason why, and her parents just told meeeeeee that she...........

My worst break up was almos a year ago her name was Amanda Kindle. We dated for several months and she became rather obsessed soo when i left her for someone on her basketball team as soon as i left her house affrer informing her we no longer wouyld be dating she ran upstairs hysterical grabbed a tin cannister filled with pictures of us put it under her shirt and ran outside (according to her mother and brother) They thought she was hidiing a gun or something ....she wan ran away 6 hours they found her in the woods yelling @ me through the pictures she snuck out, They called my parents and were frurious they were afraid she was going to kill herself......ohio bitches are crazy!

Well If that happened to anyone I know I would kill the person who did it. *grins evily*
Well that and If I didnt have the gf I'm currently with the one I want to stay with forever XP I'd prly go insane or... be lonely forever. heh

my gf and i had been dating for over a year, and i was staying with her. her mother, pam, was crazy and abused her (physically when she was young, but emotionally and verbally constantly when we were together). this is a wee excerpt from my auto-biography i wrote a few months ago. its loooong, but some insight into haddon, if ya wish.

"One night, while sitting playing videogames with us, Pam got on my nerves (Pam was always around. She was lonely, or nosy, or just a cunt...or all of the above. But she was always around, fo' sho), and we were talking about a time Traevor hurt a dog. I have no idea what that had to do with anything...but I snapped. Whenever I do so, it is from something hardly related. This was no different. I snapped. And I snapped badly.

You will read this, and think I am some crazy ass fucker who might just break his happy little confines and beat the shit out of an old lady (not to say I wouldn't beat the shit out of an old lady, but she would have to deserve. Like drink all my damned milk!) or some shit. But I was 15, and after 4 years I have gotten a lot more control over it. Instead of snapping and having a "come apart", as I called it earlier, I believe...I just go work out or something (which actually got me into some trouble in about 3 weeks, actually.). I have control over it just as much as anyone else, if not more. But, what you think of me doesn't matter a whole lot to me anyway, save a few people. Dislike me for the dance, I'm not gonna stop dancing just for you.

I still have a bit of trouble remembering it. I remember I got Pam in a headlock. I was screaming something about if she ever hurts Jamie again, or me again, or tries to break us up again, or keep us apart again, I'd fucking kill her. I let go, stopped choking her, knowing I didn't want to really harm her. I remember Jamie screaming for me to stop. I remember Jason coming in to try to see what was going on, and Pam screaming "Who the fuck does that little shit think he is?" (someone far better than you, you dried up hick-twat). Jamie locked herself in the bathroom...I've never seen her again since that night. I don't think I ever will, really. I'd like to, as I still consider her a friend, and still talk to her when I am able, which is rarely. Anyway...I went out into the street, and cried. I cried like I had not done in years, and have not done since. I am almost unable to cry, for some reason. Not because it's manly, or some shit...I just hold emotions in, usually. And not conciously. I walked down the street, and found peoples garbage was out. I began to break stuff. I broke lots of things, anything, everything I could find that would break. My mind was a whirl. So many thoughts in my head. Should I run? Should I steal her car and flee? Hmm...what was a 15 year old boy to do, 2000 miles away from home? Call mommy, that is what. I did. I told her what had happened. She started looking for a plane ticket for me home. Jason's friend, John, had been there, so I went to say goodbye to him, as he was pretty cool. He told me if I spoke to him again, he would kick my ass (I seriously doubt he could have, despite being fairly built. In the state I was in, I would not have felt pain, and I would not have stopped until he couldn't move. That is always how I get in that mode of mine.), and I went back inside. Upstairs. To talk to Jamie. Jason and Pam wouldn't let me, so I simply told them to fucking move, I was going to talk to her. Who the fuck are they, to me? Couple of fucking stupidass hicks. I spoke to her. I told her I was sorry...that I loved her. That I would talk to her...hmm. Anyway...

Jason drove me to the airport, Pam was with him, and they left me there. The second I was dropped off, I called Jamie to talk to her. To apologize. She was ok. We were ok. Sort of. I didn't get to talk to her again for close to a month, and that was online. The airport. That night was the scariest night of my life. 2000 miles from home, with very little money (I didn't even have enough to get a full meal), a bag and backpack, and my cell phone. I sat down, called Mom, and she got to work getting me a plane ticket...but we didn't have the money. So she called Dad. As she called Dad, I called people looking for support. Matt...no, I didn't want him to know. Traevor...no, he would only hurt me more. Justin...no, he wouldn't understand. Mallorie. Ahh, yes, madam Runnion. She knew me well, she would help, non? Non. She answered, and we spoke for all of 1 minute, before she answered another call, and left me. I hung up, more depressed than before, and crying again. Natalie...no, she did not answer, I guess. I do not remember what all conspired...I just remember being lost, terrified, alone. I kept it together as best I could, which was much better than most would, I must say. But even the strongest would take a beating from that. And it got worse.

Mom called back. Dad would not buy me a plane ticket home. I was stranded. I was fucked. I was...what was I? Anee decided she would pay, but Dad interceded and said only if we would pay back every cent of the ticket. I lost my father that night. Not my dad, I still have a dad. But Dad became only a figurehead of fatherdom. He became this fun guy to hang out with, a fallback back when I needed someone to up my spirits a bit, someone to have a fun time with and laugh, someone to have a conversation with. Not someone to rely on as a parent. (Dad, I'm sure you will read this, as you have all the rest. And I don't assume you knew this, although most people would have gotten it. You aren't good with hints. A trait you passed on to me, dear papa. You passed on many traits to me...and I think all of what I just explained passed down, as well. I do love you, however, Dad. Never disbelieve that for a second.)

I made it home. Mom picked me up from the airport. It was not the joyous homecomming the first had been, with my mother, brother and Kela there to welcome me home. It was a somber feeling, it was a sulking feeling. It was coming home to a place where I was again safe...but I was again aware. When I was crying my eyes out, or trying desperately to grab for sleep, spending that horrible night in the airports, or going over it all in my mind...it didn't have time to hit me. To choke me. To squeeze me in a stranglehold of my own making, of my own cowardice and weakness and insecurities. Inability to control all that is within, and inability to refrain from attempts to control all that is without. Oh, woe is me, huh? I went home, I went to sleep. I woke to the next day with dread. It was not a day, or week, or month, or year I wanted. It was not a life I wanted. But I clung to the hope of Jamie. To the idea that perhaps...I had not destroyed the bridge, only disassembled it, and was mired in the muck which I had tried to cross. "

then, the next chapter, the actual breakup and just after it.

" don't remember the next day, or any subsequent day, in any real order. I just remember asking Sarah for help online, so I could talk to Jamie. After a time, I was able to (which was difficult, since her computer was a fucking retard), and we started talking about it all. We spoke, unhinhered for about a few days, and were still somewhat in love. I can't remember what happened, but something started a fight we had, and she got all defensive and started being a real bitch to me. The next day, it repeated itself, only this time I was on the defensive. We had both said some really nasty thing. She said she didn't really want to be together anymore, in some manner or other, and that upset me.

The next day was the first day of Sophmore year, and I had already gotten a suspension. This was for fighting with a teacher, because he wouldn't listen to me. When I got home, I talked to Jamie, and we fought again, and she made it blatantly clear we were no longer together, and this hurt...very badly. So, as per my usual, when I was upset, I'd go outside to my thinking spot, and thing...in this case, I brought my sword to train with, and a razor to cut myself (I did so often then. It released happy chemicals, and relieves stress...not to mention I enjoy the taste of blood. I know, I'm a freak. Whatever) with, and left. Training with my sword always cooled me down, but this time, I had a real sword, not just my wooden one as per usual. I first trained at the thinking spot, with a cut on my arm and my chest, which I cut over again, from the razor (I haven't explained the cut I made on my chest, but suffice it to say, it happened during the event with Jamie's mother at her house, I cut deep into my chest with a razor, to always remember it. It remains to this day), blood pouring down my chest and arm. Hindsight is always 20/20, and I know realize how dumb this was of me, but at the time, it didn't matter. I decided to leave my thinking spot, and go to my digging spot, where we used to dig as young kids for whatever reason, which was just downt he trail maybe 200 or 300 yards. Between me and the digging spot were some small kids, and their mother. I walked by them, and, exalted, they began asking if my sword was real, if they could see it, if I would cut down the tree with it. I told them they were too young, but I'd show it to them by hitting a tree...the mother saw my sword, and started screaming hysterically and called the police about the "Crazy kid witht he giant knife trying to hurt her kids!". I told her I wouldn't hurt her kids, and simply walked off. I got to the digging spot, stuck the blade into the ground, and laid down. I heard the police sirens, but I figured eh, what the hell, I hadn't really done anything too bad, I just walked by the kids. I figured I would get, at worst, a small fine. Boy was I wrong.

Five cops with guns, and several more shortly thereafter, run up to me yelling for me to freeze. I was 15 with 4 pistols and a shotgun pointed at me. I simply sat there, said something along the lines of "Whoa!" and put my hands in the air calmly. They came up and cuffed me, and I just sat there, talking to them, telling them what had happened. They called an ambulance because of my cuts, which were done bleeding and superficial at best, and I went to the hospital for a UA, and breathalizer, and a psych eval. They all showed that I was just a normal kid, letting off some steam, but the mother of the children began to lie, saying I had gone after the children, that she had chased me away, and that the kids were terrified of me (that fucking cunt was blatantly lying, and we even proved it later in court, but that didn't help at all). Alex saw my entire arrest, watching with his brother and Suhayb from around the corner. I was released later into my mom's custody, and we went home, figuring it would simply be a fine. I went back to school the next day, or maybe the day after, and thought it was over and done with.

Again, I was slightly wrong. But that will come up later. For now, I simply stood around, looking at my life now in so much ruin, my friends having no sympathy for me, and lending me no help when I needed it the most. I thought multiple times of running away, of suicide, of something to get away from this...life I was living. But in the end, I stuck it out, like I always do, and I got through it. A little help from Tyler and Mom, and I got through the loss of Jamie, of a father, of my friends for a time. And I got into school. Life started perking up, and I started hanging out with Jess, Adam, Brent, Thomas, and then Mallorie and the crew up at Stoner Park. Life got better for a time. But as usual, it soon ended with expulsion hearings, court cases, juvenile hall. All the joys of a fucked up system against a fucked up boy. Now, shall we get to all that fun?!"

i know i know, its long as hell. but its an interesting story if anyone is willing to actually read the whole hting.

My worst break up was almos a year ago her name was Amanda Kindle. We dated for several months and she became rather obsessed soo when i left her for someone on her basketball team as soon as i left her house affrer informing her we no longer wouyld be dating she ran upstairs hysterical grabbed a tin cannister filled with pictures of us put it under her shirt and ran outside (according to her mother and brother) They thought she was hidiing a gun or something ....she wan ran away 6 hours they found her in the woods yelling @ me through the pictures she snuck out, They called my parents and were frurious they were afraid she was going to kill herself......ohio bitches are crazy!

me and this boy from uni started dating last january 28. life was good and it was fun but somehow i always thought that the guy isn't really interested in me at all....after each of our dates, we would go days without us speaking to each other nevermind seeing each other...and that made me think...either he was lazy or he just couldn't be bothered...
apart from him i've had loads of suitors and a couple of boyfriends so i kinda know how guys show that they're interested in me...
anyway, i went on like it was normal that its been 3 weeks since i saw and spoke to him last...saw all his friends in uni and chatted to them as well.
then last friday, i went to a party with my sister and my best friend...and guess who do i see first? my supposed bf enjoying himself with another girl!!!

needless to say, i got into a rage and became blindly drunk...ignored him the whole time and proceeded to beat, kicked and punched 2 guys in the hallway....im sorry to say that he wasn't one of them...

it is soooo true that girls' punches hurt....i left bruises and sores for those poor guys! im still actually waiting for a chance to smash his cowardly face in...

^^^ I'd love to read that Haddon but maybe later cos it's long. Sorry. Oh well, i never had a worst break up cos my ex is still a friend. He's happy and i am too. I am brokenhearted now though. Damn! life and love is playing on me. Worst break up for me (now) is the truth that i expect something good to happen but it turns out a little sour - and of course caused me pain. It's really hard to love someone you can never have. Oops! that's a different thread. Sorry.

I have one thats really messed up. Its from the movie I believe. Your girlfriend seems to be breaking up with you while your in Iraq. So you get pictures of all your comrades female companion pics. Send them to her and say "uh I forgot your name so choose from the pics in the bunch". Thats a real heartbreaker. Payback in a picture.